i’m on break
a true story about being on break Back when we lived in Chicago (feels like approximately a century ago), there was a co-op grocery store in our neighborhood. A colleague…
you say soft serve, i say … creemee?
You say soft drink, I say soda. (Just please don’t call it pop.) You say soft serve, I say creemee. Tomayto—tomahto. Potayto—potahto. Philly cheese steak, Cincinnati chili, Chicago-style pizza, New…
New things I love
I’ve been having a lot of conversations with friends about how our devices are definitely listening in on our conversations: it sounds like a Big Brother-esque conspiracy theory—and there are…
I got nothin’…
In an unusual turn of events, I’ve been traveling 10 days out of the last 25—first to Chicago to speak on a panel, then to Ohio for parents’ weekend, then…
Greatest hits | Breakdown on the 110
This week finds me at home in the Green Mountains of Vermont—I know that I can’t claim to be a Vermonter because I wasn’t born here, and their rules about…
